The Black Cauldron isn’t the best-known Disney film, but it’s metal as shit. Taking place in a world based on Welsh mythology from the Dark Ages, it’s chockablock with psychic pigs, vicious dragons and horny witches, and had to be heavily edited due to graphic, disturbing violence. Metal metal metal metal metal. The villain, the Horned King, is full-on scary, all rotting flesh and skeletal grin, voiced by the late John Hurt and casually making incredible proclamations like, “Now I call on my army of the dead: the Cauldron Born! Arise, my messengers of death! Our time has arrived!” In his final moments, the titular cauldron sucks what is left of his flesh from his bones, and as he curses everyone with his dying breath, his skeleton explodes. Fuuuuuck yes.